“ME is a simple word but it takes a lifetime to find the words that go with it. I had a library version of myself--a sound hardback copy of ME that the public could borrow and read. And then they were sure that they knew me, and then I felt safe.

Elsewhere, in a drawer, was the ME I was writing, quietly, and alone. It wasn't much of an adventure, though it was a mystery, because what is more mysterious to us than ourselves?”